Costume For A Gutterball

Eleven Finger

the mask keeps on slipping and tearing


the holes are big enough to see


i strain and i'm bending to hear you


what did you tell me





so slow


you see me disappear


taken in taken away


caught in another memory


looking for something left to see


now i want something





the one in the corner it's moving


slowly up slowly down


never too brilliant or clever


it won't turn around


no one will know that i'm looking


they can't get to me